We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
A husband's job is to make reasonable money, to be as physically and intellectually capable as reasonable, to be humorous and entertaining or at least of good cheer, to keep kids on a straight path, to be a role model as a good upright Godly citizen, and to maintain himself as a desirable and useful sex toy for his wife. Anything more than that is gravy.
I'd add: Stay off the sauce, and either be strictly faithful or at least figure out a way not to drag everybody into any sticky situations. If you're going to have a midlife crisis, keep some kind of grip on yourself.
There is a "contract" in marriage or a relationship. Some of it written, some of it mutually understood and some of it negotiated along the way. Different people have different ideas of what they will tolerate and what is non-negotiable. One person's minor slip up is another person's incentive to start shooting.
Years ago, my daughter had a jr high assignment to write a job description for everyone in the house in 3 items each. Mine came to this:
1 Bring home my paycheck
2 Lift heavy objects
3 Kll spiders
A guy could do worse. I would even submit that if every husband did those three ( and their endless sub-categories), a lot more men would have a peaceful place to lay their head at night...
At my daughter's wedding reception, in my Father-of-the-Bride toast, I passed on those rules to my new son-in-law, and added these:
4 Prepare your family for heaven
5 Prepare Heaven for your family.
In private (didn't seem right at the wedding reception), I also added, "Never, ever, ever, EVER utter, think, or otherwise entertain that ugly word that starts with a D and ends marriages in any context that has anything to do with you or your bride. Not in joking, not in hypothetical, ("Hey! if we we ever get divorced.."- guess what? You're getting divorced). Not EVER. If you can't say it, you can't do it.
Did I mention... NOT EVER?
Completely unrelated, my bride and I just celebrated our 29th anniversary over the weekend...